The old heaven collapsed, spiritual energy was alienated, the wilderness was boundless, and the ancient gods whispered.
The human race retreated to the isolated city, building walls with flesh and blood and lighting lamps with faith.
Chen Qingdu was just a librarian in a small border town. He was unarmed, but he held a torn ancient book in his hand.
Someone practices swordsmanship, and one sword shines coldly across nineteen states;
Some people practice Dharma and just sit there burning mountains and boiling seas.
And what he cultivated was the "humanity" that had long been forgotten——
Use words to forge souls, use rituals and music to stabilize the country, and use agriculture and mulberry trees to nourish the people.
When everyone thought the monk was invincible, he defended the isolated city with city defense plans;
When the conquests of various countries continued, he used trade routes to cut off the enemy's food and grass;
When the ancient god returned from the abyss, he led the mortals on an expedition into the wilderness.
The long night is coming, who will turn the sky upside down?
——
"I am not a god, I just want to keep a light in this troubled world."
